Caleb was in a foul mood.
He ignored the calls as long as he could, taking his time to enjoy the morning buried deep inside his wanton wife.
The two of them were equally guilty of their shameless behavior. Though the venue had changed from the forest to the treehouse, Caleb and Ashleigh had barely spent a moment not indulging their desires.
He had lost count of the number of times. All he knew was that their need for each other was insatiable.
But the calls didn’t stop, and eventually, Galen came to their door.
Ashleigh lay on the bed, curled in the blankets, as she mournfully watched him put clothing on.
Rationally, she knew they needed to return to the world and their duties. But she still craved him.
As he pulled up his pants, she was tempted to rip them down and take matters into her own hands.
“It’s hard enough to push down my own need,” Caleb growled in a husky voice.
